The point of a sailboat is a way to be mobile.

That means we don't own much.

Here's what was in our apartment the morning we left Virginia:

An Ikea Poäng chair, a cart, a computer, and some luggage.

The chair had to be given away to one of the maintenance folks for our building. I couldn't get it into the truck without figuring out how to take it apart.

While some Ikea products aren't made to be disassembled, I think the chair can be taken apart. I've built at least four of them. Maybe more.

We have a bedroom in CA's aunt's house as a kind of "in between voyages" space. We keep a few things there. We were sort of hoping to keep the chair, but it didn't work out.

At the moment, we're doing a bunch of things with CA's aunt to get settled in there. We're cleaning and tidying. Auntie doesn't really want to downsize the way we have; she owns well over a dozen chairs, for example, and we're not here to disrupt her life any more than minimally necessary.

In a few weeks, we'll load the truck for our voyage to Vegas. Visiting Vegas in the summertime is painfully hot, it also keeps us away from hurricane season on the US East Coast. It seems like a fair tradeoff.

The marina is more than able to take good care of the boat. In the unlikely event of a hurricane barreling up the Chesapeake, we may be forced to fly back to strip the sails before the boat is put on the hard. So far, we've had two close calls in ten years. We're optimistic.